Thursday, April 30, 2009

BUG & THINGS THAT HAVE MANY LEGS






It was in Norman that I developed a rather healthy interest in bugs and other many-legged creatures. I remember from Faculty Heights being afraid of scorpions and being stung by "red" ants. And I can't recall ever seeing "horny" toads anywhere else I have lived (and in fact the Texas horned toad is an endangered species and almost non-existent in central and eastern Oklahoma today).

The horned toad is obviously a lizard and not a toad; and the horns and spotted color are for protection against predators because they blend with the surroundings. Horned toads ate one of my later interests, beetles.



Another bug that fascinated us as kids was the lightning bug. We would punch holes in the lid of a Ball jar with a hammer and nail and then collect the bugs in the jar and watch them light up. It turns out the the lighting has to do with mating. Male fireflies are the original "flashers". Flashing lightning bugs are trying to attract mates. Among most but not all species of North American Lightning Bugs, males fly about flashing while females perch on vegetation, usually near the ground. If the female sees a flasher and she's ready to mate she responds by flashing right after the male's last flash. A short flash dialogue takes place as the male flies closer and closer, and then, if all goes well, they mate. So that a flasher doesn't attract a firefly of a different species, each Lightning Bug species has its own special flash pattern. Flash patterns range from continuous glows or single flashes, to series of multi-pulsed flashes.



My memories of beetles come from about the time we moved from Faculty Heights across town to Cruce street. One of my neighborhood and scouting friends was Ricky Hopla (whose father became an internationally known expert in zoonotic diseases-those transmitted from animals to humans and chairman of the Zoo department at OU). I was soon capturing beetles, dragon flies, butterflies, moths, wasps and bees and putting them in a jar with a cotton ball soaked with carbon tetrachloride, which put them to "sleep". We would then carefully mount them on very skinny pins and store them in special boxes with styrofoam bottoms. As I remember, my bug boxes moved to New Mexico when we left Norman.





One of my other bug memories comes from University School days, the cecropia moth. Near the school was open area with a small stream running through it. On a field trip we found a cocoon attached to a plant stalk and took the stalk back to our classroom. The cocoon was tan and fibrous looking (cecropia is the largest silk moth in North America) as it is spun from silk. Weeks later the cocoon began to open and out came a beautiful moth as pictured.





My other many-legged creature was my absolute favorite. We got our first dog, a beagle named Jewlie, in Norman. We needed a short-haired, relatively non-allergic dog because of my asthma. We got all that but we also got a digger, and runner and baying at the moon. We installed a chain-link fence around the back yard on Cruce street to contain Jewlie.






That wasn't enough and we had to bury chicken wire under the fence to prevent digging out. And since the dog whisperer was no where to be found, each time she managed to get out, she ran like the wind. Most yards didn't have fences but the all had clothes lines. One day about dusk, Jewlie managed to escape and ran across the street with me in hot pursuit. We went through three or four back yards and then all of a sudden, wham, I was flat on the ground with a very sore neck. I had learned what it means to get "clotheslined" up close and personal.



Addendum: I found a letter from my Mom to GM Edwards regarding Jewlie from April 1960:
"Jewlie has been digging like a maniac this week--digs out of our yard, then through Mrs. Merritts's rose bed and runs away. I told the boys I thought we should give her to the humane society, to which Mark replied: 'But Mother, she wouldn't like it up there!' and Mike just wouldn't even talk about it. We are about at our wits' end to know how to keep her in."

Saturday, April 25, 2009

THE EARLY OKLAHOMA YEARS




After spending two months in Kansas with Grandmother Edwards and Uncle John in the summer of 1951 (while Dad and Mom finished up all the stuff at Ohio State), we moved to
 Norman  and rented in Faculty Heights while our first home was being finished at 1014 E. Idaho.
Faculty Heights. 





A little history of Norman for those who are not familiar with one of the best 
cities in which to raise a family in the country (a distinction which continues to this day): 

In 1870, the United States Land Office contracted with a professional engineer to survey much of Oklahoma territory. Abner E. Norman, a young surveyor, became chairman and leader of the central survey area in Indian Territory between 1870 and 1873. The surveyor’s crew burned the words “NORMAN’S CAMP” into an elm tree near a watering hole to taunt their younger supervisor. The Southern Kansas Railway (a subsidiary of the Atchison, Topeka and Santa Fe Railway) planned Norman as a station site in Indian Territory and in 1886-87 laid tracks  through the area. It wasn't settled until the Great Land Run of 1889. When the SOONERS” (those who headed west before the official Land Run date of April 22, 1889) and the other settlers arrived in the heart of Oklahoma, they kept the name “NORMAN.”As the 1889 Land Run approached, entrepreneurs formed the Norman Townsite Company to organize the town. The group had developed a plat before the event, but used the survey prepared by the railroad company. By 1890 the population stood at 787, and the burgeoning town held doctors,lawyers,  hotels, and all the amenities and retail outlets of a community that size, including a cotton gin. In July 1889 Ed Ingle established the Norman Transcript, which continued to report the news at the beginning of the twenty-first century.


Back to Faculty Heights which was the second place we had lived where housing was specifically built for the post-WWII veterans to be able to find affordable housing. Because of the need for renters as well as owners, Faculty Heights which was constructed beginning in 1947 included almost 40 rental duplexes in the 170+ lots. The area was designed to discourage thru traffic and was an area which attracted many OU faculty families, hence it's name.

I remember several things about this house in particular and I think it was about this time that I really started putting away permanent memories rather than remembering stories that had been told to me about what I did. 



I remember jumping off the porch with my Dad's navy scarf flowing behind me as "Zorro" saved another damsel in distres
s.  I remember roller skates that clamped on the bottom of your shoes and had a leather strap to fasten them on and a key to tighten the clamp. I remember the basketball hoop on the front of the house with the driveway sloping into the street. I remember the floor furnace where I would stand on cold mornings in my "slipper socks" to get warm and the grid would lightly burn a pattern on the suede bottom.

We had many families on our block and the next block over who became lifelong friends of my parents. Dr. Merle Strom, directly across the street, was the principal of the OU lab school on "north base" where I went from 2nd thru 4th grade. I rode to school with Dr. Strom and his two kids. 

Officially sanctioned in 1917 by the Oklahoma State Board of Education and the Oklahoma State Legislature to provide experimentation, observation and practice for future and current teachers, UHS began as a junior high, grades seven through nine. Three years later grades 10 through 12 were added, elementary grades in 1935 and kindergarten in 1947, the same year that University School was moved from the Carnegie Building on the main campus’ Parrington Oval to several former Naval Air Station buildings on OU’s North Base. Also known as “the laboratory school,” University High and University School were examples of how major research institutions of the time tested the best practices of education and gave their education students teaching and research opportunities.



Those singular qualities were reflected in lab schools across the nation, where ideas once considered radical and now considered classic were fostered. OU’s own former dean of education, Ellsworth Collings (for whom Collings Hall is named) came to Norman in 1924 as president of the University School, bringing with him progressive concepts about how children learn. The late OU education professor John Renner led a five-state, nine-year study on improving elementary science education from University School classrooms. And the “New Math Movement” came to University School via instructor Eunice Lewis, who was selected to participate in the groundbreaking New Mathematics Program at the University of Illinois. “We experimented with a lot of things. That’s what the laboratory school was set up
 for—we were trying to improve curriculum,” says Lewis, who taught math to generations of UHS students from 1946 until 1973.


University School students, who paid tuition and were selected for their academic potential, enjoyed a nearly ideal setting. Every teacher held a master’s degree, and some had doctorates. At its largest, the school’s student-teacher ratio was only seven to one. Entire grades frequently had fewer than 40 students. 

Things I recall about University School are taking naps on our rug after lunch, falling in the "crawdad hole" (which was a pool of rain run-off on one side of a culvert under the street which happened to have crawdads swimming in it), playing capture the flag and work-up, having a student teacher have a seizure during class (freaked us out!), being in my first performance of A Christmas Carol, and the foundations of the buildings which had been blown away by a tornado before we moved to Norman.

Other friend families in Faculty Heights included Lows, Griffiths, Buschs and Urtons.  Amazingly, I continue to correspond with Cherry Kay Griffith and many years after I had come to California, Mary Alice Urton brought her young daughter to see me as a patient - one of many "small world"events that have transpired in my life. Other things I recall about Faculty Heights 
were the Johnson grass in the surrounding fields, where we dug "forts" and made secret trails; the empty lot that I burned off while learning that you can't light matches and put grass blades on top if the wind is blowing; the jeep that would drive thru the neighborhood periodically spraying DDT with us kids running down the street chasing it; the time I agreed to mow a ladies lawn without looking in back to see the weeds over 3 feet tall; the little store on Brooks street as you left Faculty Heights headed for OU where we would go buy candy and pop, and selling greeting cards to all the neighbors to get my first bike. It was in the Idaho house that Mark and I also got our first American Flier train set and put a 4x8 plywood on top of our dressers for the layout.


I'm sure that one of the things which prompted me to decide early in life to wear the doctor "costume" was that I had my fair share of medical issues. In Garnett, Kansas I was already having rather severe allergy problems. In Columbus I had both my tonsils and appendix removed. I remember the ether anesthetic smell to this day and I remember not thinking I would ever walk again after the appendectomy. 

 My medical history continued in Norman with swallowing a ball berring and later having to be taken to the hospital by my pediatrician because my mother was in bed with the chicken pox and my dad was out of town at a meeting. When I awoke
 from the anesthesia, John Low and Grif were there with my first transistor radio to try to make up for no available parents.



Another medical experience in Norman was not intended to be. It was during the 50s that the shoe-fitting fluoroscope was still in use, and we thought it was really cool to get to see our toes in the machine when we got our shoes. It turned out to be a lot of radiation for young toes. I also always hated that I couldn't wear my new shoes out of the store, because they had to be for Sunday till they got a little wear. Needless to say, I wear them out of the store now (but don't own a pair of regular shoes).









Needless to say OU football had a huge impact on my life - I remain to this day a dyed-in-the wool Sooner fan. I remember going to football games and for some small amount of change sitting in the end zone for so many exciting games. And then on Sunday Mark and I would take our gunny sacks over to Owen Stadium and crawl under the cedar spreaders to dig out the Coke bottles that had been discarded by fans as they left. The bag would usually be almost to heavy to drag back home, but we enjoyed the money we got in return. I was also in Owen stadium on November 16, 1957 when Notre Dame ended the 47 game OU winning streak 7-0. The stadium was so crowded that we had to sit in the isle. When the game was over, the Sooner fans just sat there stunned.

All the elementary schools in Norman were named for presidents at that time (and still are except for one). In 5th grade, I left the University School and went to Madison Elementary school which was very close to Faculty Heights. My main memories of that school are that they wind would blow the red dirt so hard that we would have to come in after lunch and clean off our desks with wet paper towels. Also I remember playing football at recess and tackling a rather large boy who had been "held back" a couple of grades - I got him down but I think I paid the physical price for several days thereafter. After sixth grade we moved across town and I started junior high and Mark attended McKinley elementary, where John Baumgarner (brother of local later to be famous James Garner) was the principal. (little tidbit - Madison Elementary is one of the few current day elementary schools to receive the Great Schools rating 8 out of 10 - could be because I was there in the early days or could be because it is only a few blocks from OU)

The two other large parts of my life in Norman started in the early years. I joined Boy Scouting as a cub scout in elementary school and I started playing the trombone in 5th grade. One of our neighbors in Faculty Heights was the High School band director and he gave me private lessons on trombone.  There is a lot more about these to subjects in the second part of the Norman saga.

Sunday, April 19, 2009

ON TURNING 65 PART II






I turned 45 in 1989. By this time Vera and I had been married for 20 years. My costume was still basically western, but moved on into scrubs at work with colorful printed tops or tie-dye shirt and levis. My permed hair continued and grew longer in the early 90s. The moustache grew progressively whiter like it was growing older rapidly and disappeared in the mid 90s. It was during this time that I started to figure out who I really was and that I didn't actually need a costume. 











By 55 dramatic changes had occurred. We moved to San Clemente to have a home where Vera's parents could live with us. I left Saddleback Pediatrics to join Sea View Pediatrics in Laguna Hills. The moustache disappeared and soon thereafter the hair disappeared also. Moustaches, long hair and tie-dyes were all things that were not permitted in the perfect first son of the Dean (my  Dad) when I was in college at the age when they might normally occur. I had made my statement and could now move on.











Michael A. graduated from Pepperdine and went to Houston to live with Vanessa and on into dental school at UT Houston. Vanessa graduated from Rice and shortly after my 55th birthday, Michael and Sammy became engaged. The following year they were married.










Yosemite was a very important part  of each year for many years in the 90s. I went alone and with several good friends on memorable treks. It remains one of my favorite places I have ever been and I look forward to returning with my grandchildren.


By 60 we had added two more doctors to the family, Vanessa received a PhD. in sport psychology at the University of Tennessee and Michael finished his dental degree and a residency in pediatric dentistry in Houston. December of that year brought another milestone in my life, Spencer Patrick, our first grandchild. 



I have now finished the first 65 years of my life and today is the first day of the rest. As I told the family yesterday, the family that live at my house with me and Vanessa are all the gifts that I will ever need regardless of the years. Two grandsons to see every day, a loving wife of 40 years, a daughter who is a professor at WVU, Michael A. in his pediatric dental practice in Mission Viejo and a dream daughter-in-law are all the gifts any man could hope for. And I have all the memories of all the friends, children and parents who have shared my life in these 65 years.
All I can say is RADICAL!

Saturday, April 18, 2009

AGEING AND MEMORY

I CAN SEE NOW THAT HAVING TWO BLOGS MAY BE MORE THAN MY MIND CAN MULTITASK AS IT GROWS OLDER. MAYBE THE THINGS I HAVE LEARNED IN PEDIATRICS AND THE THINGS I HAVE LEARNED IN LIFE WILL TURN OUT TO BE ENDLESSLY INTERTWINED. 

FROM WIKIPEDIA:
Ageing or aging (American English) is the accumulation of changes in an organism or object over time. Aging in humans refers to a multidimensional process of physical, psychological, and social change. Some dimensions of aging grow and expand over time, while others decline. Reaction time, for example, may slow with age, while knowledge of world events and wisdom may expand.

ANYWAY, THE NEXT INSTALLMENT OF THE PERFECT FIRST BLOG IS LOCATED ON THE CRISCO, ETC. BLOG:


IF I CAN GET IT STRAIGHT TOMORROW, THE PART II OF "ON TURNING 65" WILL APPEAR ON THIS BLOG WHERE IT BELONGS. 

Sunday, April 12, 2009

OTRA VEZ!!



This part got squished too!

Easter birthdays have also been a part of my life with my birthday falling on Easter in 1954, 1965 and two days before Vanessa was born in 1976, my greatest Easter present ever. My brother, Mark, also had three Easter birthdays in 1967, 1978 and 1989 (just noticed, 11 year gap between the dates for both of us - pretty spooky!)

The only other Easter story that I can remember was in Norman in the early 50s. Mark and I got a baby duck for Easter. It was a particularly cold spring and once morning shortly thereafter, we found the duck frozen in the garage. It was an early lesson that nothing is forever.

Easter 2009 is unique in that it is my first all male Easter in 65 years. Vera and Sammy are out of town today visiting Vanessa in West Virginia and Sammy's family in Houston, respectively. So the guys walked (Spencer road his bike) to Surfin Donuts and back, were going to the pool nor, we will have a little friendship at the Johnson's this afternoon and the it will be on to another day, another year and another Easter.

Easter Memories


Still having trouble mastering this editing thing. Here is the text that got pushed to the side by this photo.

The Great Chicago Fire of 1871 reduced the 1858 building to ashes. Refusing to yield to the "carrion comforts of despair," the trustees, just days after the fire, voted to stay put and rebuild at "The Methodist Corner." In short order, they dedicated another multi-use building that served the congregation until 1924 when the present skyscraper was dedicated. It was then the tallest building in Chicago. In 1922, at the last service in the old building that was about to be razed, the Rev. John Thompson declared in his sermon: "Changing conditions require new adaptations in methods, and a larger, more varied ministry. So a new building is to be erected on this corner. This great new church building will be known henceforth as The First Methodist Episcopal Church-'City Temple.' During the two years of construction, the name "City Temple" was changed to "The Chicago Temple."

EASTER MEMORIES




Easter as a child meant waking up to an Easter basket filled with eggs, candy and a bunny of some kind on top of the plastic grass, which I think may have been paper in the early years. Then we got dressed and went to church. I remember a few Easter egg hunts, but mostly inside the house because it was too cold or in the lawn at grandmother Edward's in Kansas.














In Columbus we attended King Avenue Methodist Church. On May 30, 1889, King Avenue Episcopal Church was organized with 30 members. A lot on the corners of King and Neil Avenues was purchased for $5,500.00. The first physical structure was a small stone church built in 1889.  There is an indication that the stone chapel was built on the west end of the lot, facing King Avenue, from which the church derived it's name.  The small stone chapel was outgrown by the turn of the century and a temporary structure called  the "Wigwam" was built. The Wigwam, 40 x 90 feet, was home to  the two hundred plus member congregation from 1902 to 1904, while the small chapel was razed and a new, larger, stone building was built in its place.










In Norman we joined McFarlin Memorial Methodist Church. It was built in 1923 and the plaque inside the church reads: McFARLIN MEMORIAL METHODIST CHURCH was erected in the years of our Lord Nineteen Hundred and Twenty-three and Nineteen Hundred and Twenty-four, to the glory of Almighty God, with prayers that His Spirit may dwell here: BY ROBERT M. McFARLIN And His Wife IDA BARNARD McFARLIN In memory of their son, ROBERT B. McFARLIN whose dust now reposes in the cemetery one mile North of this Church. This House
 of Worship is built for the Youth of Oklahoma and the People of Norman, and Whomever may find it in his heart to worship here. McFarlin was a large part of our lives in those years and I will include that in memories of Norman. We had more Easter Sundays in Norman than anywhere else.

Without a doubt the biggest church I went to on Easter Sunday was in medical school in Chicago at the Chicago Temple downtown across from Daly Plaza and the Picasso. 

During its 175-year history, the congregation has gathered for worship in five buildings. Its first services were held in the homes of its members. But in 1834 the growing congregation built a log cabin north of the Chicago River.

Four years later, Chicago's first Methodists floated the cabin across the river and rolled it on logs to its present site at the corner of Washington and Clark Streets. From there it has never moved. A conventional brick church with a 148-foot spire replaced the log cabin in 1845. That building served the church until 1858 when the congregation's leaders, acting on a bold new idea, dedicated a four-story, multi-use structure with stores and other businesses on the first two floors and church space for worship and classes on the top two floors. 


The Great Chicago Fire of 1871 reduced the 1858 building to ashes. Refusing to yield to the "carrion comforts of despair," the trustees, just days after the fire, voted to stay put and rebuild at "The Methodist Corner." In short order, they dedicated another multi-use building that served the congregation until 1924 when the present skyscraper was dedicated. It was then the tallest building in Chicago. In 1922, at the last service in the old building that was about to be razed, the Rev. John Thompson declared in his sermon: "Changing conditions require new adaptations in methods, and a larger, more varied ministry. So a new building is to be erected on this corner. This great new church building will be known henceforth as The First Methodist Episcopal Church-'City Temple.' During the two years of construction, the name "City Temple" was changed to "The Chicago Temple."



Easter birthdays have also been a part of my life with my birthday falling on Easter in 1954, 1965 and two days before Vanessa was born in 1976, my best Easter present ever. My brother, Mark, also had three Easter birthdays in the 20th century in 1967, 1978 and 1989 (just noticed,  11 year gaps for both of us - pretty spooky).

The only other Easter story that I can remember is that when we were in Norman in the early 50s, Mark and I got a baby duck for Easter. It was a particularly cold spring and one morning shortly thereafter, we found the duck frozen in the garage - an early lesson that nothing is forever.

Easter 2009 is unique in that it is my first with only men present and both Vera and Sammy are out of town today. So we walked (Spencer road his bike) to Surfin Donuts and back, were going to the pool now, we will watch a little of the Masters finish and then have a little friendship at the Johnson's and then on to another day, another year and another Easter.